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Groovy Tunes; Thursday [09/29].

Well....the stereo was doing the thing again, where it had one song in particular that it was playing significantly more than anything else, no matter what Tisarwat tried to do, so she was either feeling like she did not have enough tea on hand or she really should spend the day product-testing noise-cancelling headphones.

"Waking you up," Tisarwat eventually informed the stereo, after maybe the twentieth time it played the song, giving it a withering look over her mug of tea, "implies that you were ever sleeping to begin with, which you're clearly not, or else I'd have some peace and quiet and respite around here."

After which point, the stereo did in fact go silent, the quiet felt almost startling by comparison, and Tisarwat was left wondering if that should be something she should be worried about. Granted, of course, she was used to AI and knew that some of them did, in fact, develop personalities and agency, but that was back home. She wouldn't trust an AI from this planet as far as she could throw it...

Groovy Tunes is open!

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It only stood to reason that sooner or later Charlie would stumble across a music store. Guitar slung across her back as usual, she made her way in to explore a little. What were the odds they had Celtic or Newfoundland music here?

She waved cheerily at the person in the store and just stood there a moment to take it all in.

It always surprised Tisarwat, a little bit, when people actually came into the store. She'd kind of gotten pretty used to it just being a place she went out of obligation and either did something that may or may not have been work, or practiced various instruments while complaining at questionably-sentient pieces of equipment. So she gave a small lift of her hand in a sort-of wave/gesture back before asking, oh-so-helpfully, "Did you need help finding anything?"

"Oh hey, um , well, first off, awesome store," Charlie said. "Though I'm surprised you don't have music playing. And second do you have any Celtic music or even better some Newfoundland music? Great Big Sea? Maybe some Irish Descendants? Or, and I know this is pretty old school, but any Silly Wizard?"

There was an odd sort of pause where Tisarwat wasn't entirely sure how to answer, but sometimes, it was just best to be honest.

"The stereo and I are having a bit of a fight," she admitted, with regards to how quiet it was in here, and as for the rest?

"And we probably do," she said. "Everything's arranged alphabetically by genre, so feel free to browse and if you don't find what you're looking for, we can probably order it.

"Would you like some tea?" she then asked, as if brushing the cobwebs off the customer service part of her brain, gesturing toward her tea pot.

"Ah," Charlie said. "Is this one of those Fandom things? Inanimate objects arguing with you?"

She looked around the store and nodded. "I can easily see myself spending way too much money here. Especially if you can order things. Hey, can you even order things, like... from other worlds?"

The tea question distracted her though, "Oh yes, tea, sure, that would actually be really nice. I'm Charlie by the way."

"I figured it was more of an AI thing," Tisarwat admitted, nodding a little in approval that Charlie was at least civilized enough to appreciate tea, especially when offered, and moved to pour her a cup, "though blaming Fandom is rarely too far off the mark...

"I'm Tisarwat," she then offered, as she came around from behind the counter to hand over the cup and saucer. "I run this place, although I'll be the first to admit, I don't know a whole lot about music. Ordering things from other worlds isn't usually a problem, though, with the nexus, although there's sometimes trouble with it. This place likes to arbitrarily block certain dimensions, which makes some of it difficult. We can always try, though."

"AI? Like artificial intelligence?" Charlie asked. "Huh, well, in Fandom I guess anything's possible, or so people keep saying."

She took the cup and saucer. "Nice to meet you, Tisarwat. I, on the other hand have been accused of spending too much time learning about music. And I don't have anything particular in mind, I was just curious." Because when was she ever not curious?

"I don't suppose you'd want a job, or anything, would you?" asked Tisarwat, wryly. Mostly joking, since it seemed she was somehow suddenly down the one employee she had that actually seemed to know what she was doing. But at least Rosa made the place look nice before so seamlessly making an exit. Then her smile went just a touch more genuine. "The person who stuck me with this job, though, would definitely approve. I don't think she'd go so far as to say there's no such thing as too much time learning about music, but she would believe it was at least time well spent."

"A... hmmm... I suppose... actually," Charlie looked surprised, but intrigued. "I could probably use something for a little pocket money. Would I get a discount on the music here?"

Tisarwat shrugged a little. "Plus free range of all the equipment and everything here, too," she offered. "I practice on the guitars and pianos all the time. It's a pretty low pressure job, anyway. We barely get any customers."

And yet somehow, they stayed in business, but it was definitely one of those Fandom things that she stopped questioning a long, long time ago.

"What if I wanted to use the space to rehearse with some friends - maybe after hours?" Charlie asked. "Would that be a problem?"

"Not really," said Tisarwat, with a shrug of her shoulders and a shake of her head.

She'd let Rosa go hog-wild on the painting on the walls and just leaned into it by giving the decor more of a 'futuristic' space vibe. Her apathy about what happened in this place short of it being burned down knew no bounds.

But she did have a brief thought that, after she took a sip of her own tea, she threw out there, just in case.

"We may or may not have a monster made of tangled headphone cords living in the basement, though," she said. "Would that be a problem?"

Charlie considered that for a moment "If we do and it was a problem, would you mind if I used a charm on it? To keep it where it is or stop it from wrecking things? Otherwise, I say it's only surprising that such a thing hasn't happened before."

"If it does exist," said Tisarwat, who still honestly wasn't sure anymore, "it's already been sticking mostly to the basement; we haven't really had any issues with it since after Troy left. But it probably wouldn't hurt to have extra protections. It's always been mostly harmless, though."

Despite what Troy would claim.

"Then I think I'd be happier working here than I would pretty much anywhere else," Charlie said.

"Then we'd be happy to have you," said Tisarwat, who would also feel slightly less like she was just letting the place falter out into obscurity while she was here, thus disappointing Breq, so it was really a win-win situation all around. "It's pretty much just me and the annoying vinyl hipster who sometimes shows up to work, so you'll pretty much have your pick of days, too."

"An annoying vinyl hipster," Charlie said, "Now they sound interesting. So, you work Thursdays... maybe Tuesday or Wednesday then?"

"Either works," said Tisarwat, with a shrug, "why don't you just show up one of those days and surprise me? Want me to show you around and give you an official tour, or you want to explore a little bit yourself?"

"Show up when I want? I can get behind that," Charlie said with a grin. "Planned spontaneity of a sort!"

She considered for a minute. "Oh, give me the official tour and then I'll wander." It didn't sound like much was off limits here which was pretty awesome, no lie. She assumed that the tour would give her an idea of anything she really couldn't do.

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